Yo
Reminiscing, but i don't trust my memory no more
So im cursed to face whatever bitter mysteries are stored
In my conscience
My psychosis says i'm the dopest but
History's telling a different short story
Complete with all the mistakes
And minus the glory
All the nights at home
I write alone
My life is just boring
I'm on the edge of takin' that sh**
And makin' that list
Of all the other lost souls that said they hate it and quit
Another gifted, misfit statistic
But sh**
Before that
I'll go ballistic
And keep slangin' this spizzit
And try to get rich until joe black visits
I'm truly optimistic, dammit
How'd i end up with this talent?
I promise i didn't plan it
Maybe my birth was with the lining of the planets
And despite its a struggle somehow i manage
[Chorus]
But this life ain't fair
Nah nah nah nah
No this life ain't fair
Nah nah nah nah
No this life ain't fair
Nah nah nah nah
No this life ain't fair
Nah
Nah
Yeah